#please like/reblog if you save

[stiltonbasket]

If you do Bingyuan prompts:

Bingge discovering/realizing that his children’s beloved head teacher is the friendly Shizun from the other world would be a delight!

(Shen Yuan with a miniature army of tiny heavenly demon children who adore him is just super cute!)

By the age of twenty-five, Luo Binghe possessed—or thought he possessed—all the wealth and treasures in the world that a man could want. His vengeance upon the Cang Qiong Mountain sect was complete, the mountain range burned and its peak lords slain but for the master of Qian Cao Peak and Qi Qingqi, whom he had spared for Liu Mingyan’s sake—and he had long since established himself as Emperor of the demon realm, with no small amount of influence in the world he was born to by virtue of his marriage to the Little Palace Mistress, Hua Zhihan. 

But then—half-way through his twenty-seventh year, and three years after the construction of his great fortress close to Huan Hua Palace—he stumbled through a rent in the very skin of the world and found himself back upon Qing Jing Peak, cradled in the arms of a man who wore the face of Luo Binghe’s hated shizun. 

He had hardly been there an hour before he discovered that that Shen Qingqiu had been nothing like the jealous fiend who tormented Luo Binghe in his youth. On the contrary, he had welcomed Luo Binghe into his home and bed like a new bride reuniting with her husband at the end of a long day’s work; and for several months after Luo Binghe returned to his own palace in the demon realm, he found no satisfaction in his endless riches, or the tens of wives in his harem. 

He spent a full season hunting for that Shen Qingqiu in his own world afterwards, for he knew somehow that the living Shen Qingqiu who had married the other Luo Binghe and his own former Shizun were not one and the same. The Shen Qingqiu Luo Binghe knew had nothing in common with that man other than his face, and even that had been so altered by the spirit living behind it that Luo Binghe had not recognized him as Shen Qingqiu at first sight; but the other Luo Binghe reminded him a great deal of his own child-self, and how single-mindedly he had loved Ning Yingying in those early days at Cang Qiong. 

But years went by, and Luo Binghe found nothing—no shadow or trace of that gentle Shen Qingqiu, whether living or dead—and at last, he drank himself sick on dragon-blood wine and unburdened himself to Ning Yingying, confessing that nothing under the sun had brought him joy since that one jewel-bright day with Shen Qingqiu three summers earlier. 

Of course, he did not breathe a word about what had actually happened—for Yingying and the others believed that the strange, bewildered husband who stumbled into the hougong that day was none other than Luo Binghe himself, and he had never seen fit to disabuse them of the notion—but she seemed to understand that the better part of his life’s joy had left him, and said:

“A-Luo, if we sisters can’t make you happy as we used to anymore, do you think—do you think a child might make you happy? We’ve been married for nearly ten years, and I hoped…”

Luo Binghe thought for a moment, still dizzy from the six pots of wine he drank with his evening meal; and amid the soft haze clouding his thoughts, he realized that he would have died of envy if the poor imitation of himself from the other world had had a child with his Shen Qingqiu. 

But the only children he had seen on Qing Jing Peak that day were a handful of young disciples in their early teens, far too old to belong to that pitiful Luo Binghe. It struck him that this was something that other Luo Binghe could never have—must never have, lest Luo Binghe know what had happened and find his way back to that dream-world to quell his jealousy by ripping his other self limb from limb—and then—

“It might not be a bad idea,” he heard himself say. “What about Yingying? Would you like a child?”

“Very much,” Yingying whispered, taking Luo Binghe’s hand. 

Their first daughter, Suoxin, was born the next year; and when the head taiyi placed her in Luo Binghe’s arms, a tiny mote of the tumult in his soul grew calm, and never returned to trouble him again.

The birth of Suoxin’s younger sister Changying followed exactly a hundred days later, for Hua Zhihan had demanded a child of her own as soon as she heard that Ning Yingying was pregnant, and Luo Binghe saw no reason to refuse her. Several of his lesser wives had attempted to follow suit, but he was adamant that no children should be born to them until the children born of his five chief wives had safely reached the age of about three or four: especially after the tragedy that accompanied the birth of Luo Binghe’s first son. 

The taiyi later discovered that his mother—Qin Wanyue, who had suffered a miscarriage at Sha Hualing’s hands some six years earlier—had been born with a deformation in one of the chambers of her heart; and due to her general good health and the strengthening effects of her cultivation, Wanyue never noticed it. But her cultivation was not sufficient to protect her from the strain of childbirth; and scarcely five minutes after the baby took his first breath, Qin Wanyue drew her last, dying without knowing anything more of her child than a single, snatched glimpse of his small red face.

The infant was given the name Luo Nianzu, in remembrance of his mother, and handed over to Liu Mingyan to raise. Mingyan had not wanted a child of her own, though she was more than willing to bring Nianzu up in Wanyue’s stead. 

And in the wake of Qin Wanyue’s passing, Luo Binghe vowed to himself that he would never sire another child. He had been the instrument of her ruin, wittingly or not: and with three healthy heirs, of whom one was a boy, he refused to risk a second death in the harem. 

But his resolve had not hampered Sha Hualing’s plans: and in truth, Luo Binghe should have known better than to expect otherwise. One night, she took Xin Mo from the stand beside his bed and stabbed Luo Binghe straight through the shoulder—rather more ferociously than usual, he thought—and absconded from the palace with three phials full of his spilt blood, returning a fortnight later with a fat baby boy swaddled in one of her own silk veils. 

“Did you give birth to him?” Luo Binghe frowned, after he tasted the child’s blood mites and found that they were nearly identical to his own. “You were only gone for two weeks.”

Sha Hualing only laughed at him, and asked that he give their son a name. Luo Binghe named him Shunlei, with the shun for obedience and the lei for thunder; and though Hualing took the hint at once, she was so well-pleased with Shunlei’s name that Hua Zhihan spent the next month sulking about it. 

The three years that followed Shunlei’s arrival were peaceful ones, for the demon realm had been brought to heel with Sha Hualing’s aid, and Mobei-jun grew more ruthless towards Luo Binghe’s enemies with every passing day. Yingying and Mingyan governed the harem both kindly and firmly, calming any disputes among the lesser wives and punishing those whose bids for favor put their sisters in danger; and they never faltered in their duty to the little ones, so that Luo Binghe went untroubled by the children’s needs until Liu Mingyan declared that Suoxin and Changying were old enough to begin studying with a trained taifu.  

“I already have a candidate in mind,” she said to him over dinner one evening. “Will my lord permit me to look after the arrangements myself?”

“I don’t see why not,” Luo Binghe replied. “Do what you must. Only ensure that the taifu is well educated, and knows how to teach little children without frightening them.” One Shen Qingqiu was bad enough, after all.

And so, preparations went forth for the children’s education. Liu Mingyan wrote to the prospective taifu, who accepted the offer of employment and asked for a month to settle his affairs before moving to the palace; and Yingying began teaching Nianzu and Shunlei how to read, in the hope that the taifu would agree to instruct them alongside Suoxin and Changying. 

Luo Binghe, having nothing further to do with the matter, left for the northern desert with Mobei-jun and Sha Hualing. 

Linguang-jun had decided to rebel against his nephew’s rule again, and Luo Binghe was weary of indulging him. In the aftermath of Shang Qinghua’s betrayal, he and Mobei-jun had both decided that Linguang-jun’s continued existence was far more trouble than it was worth. 

All told, he remained away from the palace for over two moons. When he finally returned, in midsummer, he went straight to his own courtyard and slept for three days without moving a muscle. 

And then he awoke, and heard a soft strain of qin music issuing from the other side of the wall.

Luo Binghe froze.

That courtyard was meant to be empty; it had been empty since the day it was built, eight months after he met that other world’s Shen Qingqiu. Luo Binghe had filled its four rooms with books and bamboo furniture, and even the double bed in the inner chamber had been a replica of the one the other Shizun slept upon—and the courtyard’s little garden had a pavilion with a built-in table for a qin, since the construction of that Shizun’s house and garden made it plain that he liked to practice out of doors.

Who had dared set foot in that courtyard while Luo Binghe was absent?

Hua Zhihan? Qin Wanrong? Certainly not Yingying or Liu Mingyan; it resembled the living quarters at Qing Jing far too closely for either of them to find any peace there. 

Trembling with fury, he pulled on the robes he was wearing last night and rushed over to the adjoining courtyard, where he stopped short at the threshold of its white-painted moon gate and gaped at the spectacle awaiting him within. 

There was a man sitting at the qin table in the pavilion—a man, in the compound where Luo Binghe lived with his wives—playing a rearrangement of “Flowing Waters,” with Luo Shunlei on his lap. Suoxin and Changying were seated on either side of him, armed with child-sized guqins of their own, and Nianzu was nestled against the man’s shoulder, asleep.

And his face—

Luo Binghe had never seen such a face before. It was not the face of Shen Qingqiu—not the Shen Qingqiu he knew, at any rate—but the light in his eye and the warmth of his voice as he spoke to Suoxin were very like that Shen Qingqiu’s, though Luo Binghe noticed that there was a shade of difference between the two. 

He is older, Luo Binghe realized at once, as his heart thundered inside him. The other Shen Qingqiu was young, judging by his manner—perhaps forty, at the very oldest—and my Shizun never even reached the age of fifty. 

The other Shizun had worn green, he remembered. He preferred the same clean-cut style of dress that Luo Binghe’s shizun liked to wear, and of course their bodies and faces had been the same, as well; but this man wore s different face entirely, and his worn silk robes were a clean, stark white, like the garments of the wandering rogue cultivators who used to pass through Luo Binghe’s hometown when he was a boy. 

The trappings of his flesh made no difference, however.

Luo Binghe knew him for what he was at first sight. 

It struck him then that this must be the taifu Liu Mingyan selected for the children. He could not fathom why she would have housed an imperial tutor in the hougong, of all places: but now that he was here, Luo Binghe would rather walk through the Endless Abyss again than permit him to leave. 

Luo Binghe could have stood in the doorway and stared at him for a lifetime; but then the taifu looked up and clambered to his feet, tugging the little girls along with him. Shunlei remained where he was, gripping the soft front of the taifu’s gown like a baby monkey clinging to its mother’s back; and Nianzu, securely balanced on the taifu’s hip, slept on without noticing that the man had moved at all.

“My lord,” the taifu said, bowing. “This humble servant offers his—”

“Xin’er greets Father!” Luo Suoxin cut in, glancing up at her teacher for approval. “Did I do it right, Shizun?”

“Yes, except for the part where you interrupted me first,” the taifu laughed. “Go on, Changying.”

Luo Changying nodded and stepped forward. 

“Chang’er greets Father,” she said, rather more gracefully than Suoxin. 

“Well done,” said the taifu. “Now, Shunlei…?”

Shunlei blinked and tightened his grasp on the taifu’s robes. 

“A-Shun is hungry,” he complained, refusing to meet Luo Binghe’s eyes. “Shizun, snack time.”

Luo Binghe bit back a smile. This man was somehow more indulgent with his young charges than the other Shizun had been, and the sight of him holding Nianzu and Shunlei was so desperately sweet that Luo Binghe nearly reached out and touched him. 

“Daozhang is the new taifu, I suppose?” Luo Binghe asked instead, taking another step forward. “Your name?”

The taifu nodded. 

“This one is called Zhu Qinglan, my lord,” he replied, trying in vain to coax Shunlei down to the ground. “Now, A-Shun, my good little disciple…”

“Shunshun won’t look at him,” the baby insisted, his little voice muffled in the folds of Zhu Qinglan’s coat. “I want to eat cake, not see Fuqin.”

To Luo Binghe’s astonishment, Zhu Qinglan sat down on the steps below the pavilion and drew a wrapped package of sesame cakes out of his sleeve. 

“Your imperial father has come back to see you after two months, and you act like this?” he chided, placing one of the cakes on Shunlei’s outstretched palm. “Now, eat your cake like a good child; and then you must get up and greet your father properly, like Xin’er and Chang’er.”

Luo Binghe lifted his hand. 

“No need,” he said mildly, watching with half-crazed eyes as Zhu Qinglan stroked Luo Nianzu's fluffy hair. “Shun’er is always upset after this lord returns from his travels abroad. I do not see the children as often as I would like; but I try to dine with them at least once a week, and that little demon in your arms refuses to speak to me for days on end if I ever dare to arrive late.”

With that, he turned on his heel and swept out of the courtyard. He could not stand in Zhu Qinglan’s presence any longer, lest he do something that would terrify his children and turn their Shizun against him forever; and as it was, the little demon servant who brought breakfast to his quarters ten minutes later nearly died of fright at the sight of him. 

“Zhu Qinglan,” Luo Binghe said to himself, after the petrified lackey made his escape. “The name suits him, whether it is a false one or no.”

He drained the last of his tea, and smiled. 

“I’ve finally caught you, Shizun.”

#svsss #bingyuan #binggeyuan #the scum villain's self saving system #my fic #i live to serve and i have delivered #this is my first foray into multichapter svsss fic so please reblog if you liked it/would like to see more! #shen yuan's name is still shen yuan btw #we will unravel the backstory behind the name he's using Later #as well as some other.....backstory #;)

[vurelly]

Well, I'm back and the shop's re-opened! All stickers are up, all keychains are for sale again, and the watercolor prints are available for sale again!

This blog's certainly gone way past just my artwork and i certainly advertise more for my shop now than I post art, but running my shop leaves me with the same feeling of satisfaction now that posting art does, so I'm having fun with it.

Per usual, everything is up for pre-order in my shop here!

Btw, my manufacturer did accidentally send me three extra Sun keychains on accident so if you manage to snag one of them your order should be sent out this month rather than next!

#ko-fi #stickers #keychains #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #please boost this as much as you can btw! #like just reblogging would help #all my profits that don't go into bills are going into saving up for some medical work i need done #i dont want to make this whole post about it but if you DO read my tags i'd REALLY appreciate if y'all could reblog if you like this as wel

[bizarrelittlemew]

bongo Stede and bongo Ed for your discord servers or whatever

they look better when small i promise

(thank you @ghostalservice for the idea originally!!)

#i never posted these aksdfjhdjks but it's been a while since i made them actually and i love using them #so yeah feel free to use them! #ida.stuff #ofmd #ofmd gifs #i guess #our flag means death #custom emoji #please like and/or reblog if you save/use them

[plulp]

yknow kylar isnt my favorite character but the owl plushie really raised the bar by like maybe 30%

#my art #dol #harper the doctor #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #colors are a little WACKY because i was using a brush thats CRAAAAZY (not crazy. pretty normal but its okay) #sorry i dont post EVER #i have more dol sketches but im just a guy and i get embarrassed if i dont like the drawing enough LMAO #every time i have to test draw something i always draw harper #if i save every harper i draw this account would never be dead ever #anyways im having my own personal dol renaissance (playing it again) #if you want to reblog just send me an ask and ill unlock it but im a little nervous about people rbing my art still :( sorry #thank you for everyone who was like 'please let me rb this' for my harper thing i appreciate it so much but i dont like that piece enough #to set it free. #i drew another harper as consolation but i never posted it because i didnt like that one EITHER. im crazy #turning rbs on. for you.

[astrobolical]

Obey Me - Transparent Image Resource

Character(s): Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphegor

If you save or use any of these a like or reblog would be super appreciated!

I edited these for my banners and realized that they’re probably not readily available images for people to use without having to edit them themselves, and I was having a time just finding images that would work the way I needed. I figured someone else could be in a similar boat, and wanted to share.

I removed my purple tone corrections I used so that my banners were coherent, so these are the base image colours! I actually forgot how bright the originals were. I edit images like this all the time for fun, honestly.

#obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #transparent images #PNG #obey me Lucifer #obey me Mammon #obey me Leviathan #obey me Satan #obey me Asmodeus #obey me Beelzebub #obey me Belphegor #honestly jarring how much brighter they are than my final edits on their banners #please like or reblog if you use or save #~Sanctuary Resources #obey me edit #om shall we date #om nightbringer

[titsthedamnseason]

okay my darlings, you know what time it is…..SURPRISE SONG GAME TIME!!! except this time it’s extra super duper special because this post is actually queued because today is MY SHOW 🤭🫶 aka it’s atlanta n3 therefore i am BEGGING you to manifest the absolute best of your best picks and leave them in the tags or replies for me to see later and then give you an internet smooch if you win 💗 HAPPY GUESSING

i’m going to guess my absolute dream combo of hey stephen and dorothea

#ps i would love if a lot of people played tongiht 🥺 so since i cant be obnoxious about reblogs if anyone wants to give it an extra rb or two #i will love you FOREVER #just so people don’t forget about it and keep playing through the night #THANK YOU LOVES ❤️ #seriously i’ll be happy no matter what but send me good vibes please and thank you #but it’s okay if you don’t because i too am i bitter wench that wishes terrible songs upon everyone else so taylor saves the best for me. #so i’ll forgive bad guesses. BUT NOT CHANGE. PLEASE JUST DONT MANIFEST CHANGE OR IFTYE #honorable mentions for hits different rwylm yoyok hoax happiness evermore hygtg ikp iwyw cornelia street #better man too #renegade in my biggest moments of clownery #THE STORY OF US #IDK I LOVE EVERYTHING #i’ll probably be posting my list of top picks before this posts anyway #okay i’ve talked too much sorry i’m going crazy rn because it’s so soon #mine #surprise song game #taylor swift #it’s a good thing i don’t believe in self sabotage or jinxing or anything like that bc historically i am a TERRIBLE guesser lmao #my eras show

[unloneliest]

the A in LGBTQIA2S+ stands for asexual and aromantic, yes. this absolutely is not a post arguing against that. but it is absolutely, critically vital that the A does also stand for ally. the plausible deniability that ally being a part of the acronym offers closeted people is a necessity. it's a matter of safety.

#not disagreeing on a post i saw that was clearly coming from a place of 'stop fucking being hateful to members of the community and #prioritizing people who do not hold a queer identity over people who do when you say ally is in the acronym and aro/ace aren't'. like i kno #a post coming from there is not the time or place to disagree #but you seriously don't see the value in plausible deniability? you don't realize there's queer kids whose parents would respond terribly t #them being 'a supportive ally of a queer friend' but that bad response would still be WAY better than if they were outed to their parent? #the wiggle room ally being a part of the official acronym allows saves lives. #and i've fucking KNOWN cishetallo allies who grew up being homophobically bullied who absolutely Count As A Part Of The Community. #ANYWAYS #jam posts #this is completely okay to reblog . Please Do actually #like idk having run queer youth support groups in a red state there's perspectives people share that make me go. do you not realize how #safety is the biggest function of community? in response to a lot of dumb shit discourse on here.

[the-kipsabian]

cause you wont be forgotten

#kip sabian #orange cassidy #aew #all elite wrestling #aewedit #wrestlingedit #wrestling #night gifs #i just wanted to make a lil set out of the recap video of this feud before botb and. it just kinda evolved #also this song is perfection so like. yeah #anyways i havent done stuff like this before and this was painful to learn lmao please treat this set with kindness #im very happy with it now it all came together in the end and god #if you didnt know how important this feud is to me before i hope you do now lmao #kip v oc #my beloved #kip in a box #sweet little clementine #(rp blogs dont reblog; saving and other personal use with tag credits is fine)

[parapsychologicalvulpes]

Please Help!!

i really hesitate to make this post bc it's the end of the year and everyone is strapped for money but the past several months have just been slowly getting more and more overwhelming for the things we need to fix.

We've been driving around in a car with the back windows we can't even roll up (one is held up by duct tape and the other is now slipped off the track that we can't even pull it up at this point) and trying to save up money to fix the windows, and a small oil leak.

Two months ago we had to turn off the water to the kitchen sink bc underneath is rusted through and it needs replaced. We're doing dishes in the bathtub with a hair catcher because we can't use the dishwasher.

A few days ago, one of the back tires went flat because the wall has rotted and we have no spare. I need to go to work, but bc of my disability, I have a job that only has me work maybe twice a month. I get *maybe* 200$ a month and I don't currently have government assistance. It's been impossible for us to save anything to fix anything and it keeps snowballing. At this point we are worried how to even get food.

I'm stressed. My wife is stressed. If anyone could spare even a couple dollars so we can replace the back two tires on the car so I could go to work, I would be eternally grateful.

Reblogs are deeply appreciated.

paypal.me/kabegami

#im really sorry to have to make this post but im genuinely at my wits end #i cant afford (physically) to get another job to save money even tho i want to #please only donate if you can afford it obviously #the car is the biggest issue rn but the sink is really wearing on our mental health #the literal broken window of the house is like the least of a priority bc theres just. so much rn. #2/3 of the sinks in the house aren't functioning and one of them we have to park a radiator in front of in the winter #two years ago the furnace died and the pipes burst and completely eradicated all savings we had #we just. need a little break. just a little help #donation post #signal boost #please please just reblog if nothing else

[onlymyqueen]

Happy Valentine's Day ♥️

💗 Please like or reblog if you save 💗

#happy valentine's day #loki #marvel #marvel comics #valentine's day #Icon #please like or reblog if you save #my work

[colesstar]

”STOP it doesnt matter if this doesn’t fit your theme REBLOG blah blah”

yea well actually

I REALLY DO NOT CARE PLEASE STOP GUILT TRIPPING ME I AM OVERLY EMOTIONAL ITS ANNOYING AND UPSETTING

#Like yeah i WAS going to reblog it and now you’ve gone ahead and upset me because now i feel obligated to reblog it so i DONT want to do it #This is me talking into the void bee tee double you #I am SICK of these posts btw i do not give a fuck it could be the most life saving thing ever and one simple “please reblog” is okay #But when its more than that it’s just PLEASE stop dont say im a bad person or that it doesn’t matter if it doesnt fit my blog its MY blog #I will reblog what i want why are you judging me #maybe im overreacting #But ive seen like 6 different ones over the past week i do not like it

[spirit-praise-and-beauty]

hey ummmm jsyk the red cross is going through a severe blood shortage. if you are eligible, please donate—from the beginning of august to about mid-september 2023 alone, the red cross has lost about 25% of its blood supply, and has been sending blood to hospitals at a MUCH faster rate than it has been receiving donations.

giving ONE pint of blood can save THREE people’s lives. power red donations (which require certain conditions be met) can allow you to safely give TWICE AS MUCH blood. plasma can be given once every two weeks, making it more frequent, but again, you must meet certain conditions.

also, i’m not sure if this is a thing in just my state or nationally, but if you give blood before October 20th 2023, they give you a free $15 Amazon gift card. i believe we shouldn’t need incentives for things like this but in case that is a motivator for anyone, check what they’re doing in your state!

i cannot understate the importance of giving blood right now if you are eligible and have the means. you could help so many people by regularly giving. someone in the united states needs blood every two (2) seconds, and while three people doesn’t sound like a lot, many people together donating could save up to thousands.

please share this around. it’s something i’m insanely passionate about and i wish more people were.

source for shortage stats: https://www.redcross.org/about-us/news-and-events/press-release/2023/red-cross-announces-national-blood-shortage.html

schedule near you: https://www.redcrossblood.org/give.html/find-drive?cid=p-max-oct-23&med=cpc&source=google&scode=RSG00000E017&gad=1&gclid=Cj0KCQjwsp6pBhCfARIsAD3GZuZNFjPI2X1wURQ0VQWnVxx-KYW2rV1ASBZWp6cvpehVLl4wHqmlRusaAuQLEALw_wcB&gclsrc=aw.ds

#blood #blood drives #blood donations #red cross #blood bank #medical #important #extremely important actually #psa #please reblog #i’m not actually sure how else to tag this #just please give blood #it’s quick it’s easy and it’s free #you can save people for the incredible cost of $0 #im insanely passionate about this #i have given blood so many times in my life #there is always a need for it #but right now it is a legit crisis #and it kinda upsets me it’s a fairly unspoken one #share this like your life depends on it #because someone else’s could. #this isn’t sponsored btw. #i scheduled for tomorrow #i just plan to eventually work at a blood bank #after these phlebotomy classes

[thefrogdalorian]

Having of those moments where I wish to yeet the like button into the sun or maybe make it so there was setting you could turn on so that people can only reblog posts (even better with the minimum requirement of adding at least one tag)!!

It's kind of absurd that one of my fics is getting close to 500 notes while simultaneously being one I've had the least actual human interactions come from. Like...... come on, that's now how it should be AT ALL!

Don't get me wrong, I'm so thrilled people are clearly finding it and I guess enjoying it(??) but just having endless likes without people letting me know what they enjoyed about it or even if they liked it kind of makes me sad. That's not why I want to share my writing here!

I love having those little human connections with others. I don't ever want my writing to feel transactional. I would love to talk to more people about things I've written. It's truly one of the best feelings and I would hate to lose that, the more I write or the more notes my fics get. Please don't be shy!! I get the social anxiety, but there is no reason to be. I am truly just a Din Djarin obsessed loser.

Anyway, whine over. I don't want to focus on the negatives here and I appreciate every single person who has ever left a positive interaction with something I've written. You are truly a light!

#i don't JUST like posts too often #really the only posts i dont reblog but like are to save for later or if it's too personal/explicit #or i guess i have nothing to add and OP has said it all yknow #but if i see some writing or art i love then hell yeah i always force myself to add at least one tag i like just so the artist/author sees #otherwise it feels like a hollow transaction and i really want people to know i appreciate their art more than just pressing a button yknow #and I KNOW it's intimidating at first to interact with others!! TRUST ME i get it and i'm still awful at it #but just one little comment can make someone feel so good about their writing... why wouldn't someone want to try that at least #especially if you enjoyed it!!! even a key smash or a string of emojis!!! #and the death of the tumblr tag is SO SAD because where else am i meant to talk to you lot? #i mean these tags are longer than my actual post and that's the beauty of tumblr #you don't have to perceive me down here but you can if you wish and i love you for that! #and it's a nice way to organise your blog to make it navigable for others #ANYWAY said i was done whining and continued whining down here so there's that LOL but i always want to interact with more people #please do not be afraid of reaching out to me! scroll through my blog for 5 seconds and you'll see what a nerdy loser i am #akdjgds i mean aren't we all here #spud rants #writing #but thanks again to anyone who leaves nice comments im giving you a (consensual) forehead smooch MWAH

[dimonds456]

so. apparently i'm malnurished. (vent/PSA below)

Protip: when you move out to live on your own, DO NOT only eat microwavable food. This will actually kill your body.

I am now at a point where I cannot eat anything that has preservatives or too much sodium (salt) in it. I do not know how to cook for myself, and am now living on nightmare mode because my brain is actively rejecting anything I eat that isn't fresh. I've been okay so far, but my weight, strength, general brain-ing, and other disabilities have all been on a steady decline since I moved out of my parent's house two years ago.

My mental state has also been spiraling with it. My anxiety is 10x worse than it's ever been in my life, causing me to panic over the smallest little things for no real reason. Now that I know that my diet has been slowly killing me, this makes sense.

It also explains why I'm so fucking cold all the time, or why all my symptoms for all of my disabilities have gotten worse. I cannot even take my 5-minute walk home from work without being winded, or even play piano because my arms will hurt from holding them out for too long, simply because I do not have enough energy/strength in my body because I wasn't eating correctly.

This time last year I was convinced I was going to die, and part of the reason why was because A) I was on the wrong dosage of methamizole (which I need to live) and B) I kept missing doctor's appointments. And, now, apparently C) because all I'd been eating at the time was those $1 pot pies and Ramen food packs.

I physically cannot eat frozen foods anymore, I actively cannot. Like literally cannot, my body won't let me even swallow it.

I'm literally living on Sudden Death Mode because this has been building for two years and I never fucking realized until about a month and a half ago, and didn't do anything about it until last fucking week.

Don't do this. PSA.

I now have to speed-learn how to cook my own meals, by myself, while juggling work and taking into account how many spoons (read: energy) I have for that day and trying to just make it. If I don't have the energy to cook anything, then I won't have any food for the next day, and then that'll make me have even less energy.

I'm realizing now that this shit, this shit right here, is probably the core of why I've been acting so off recently. It all stems back to what I've been eating. It's been actively affecting my brain for TWO YEARS, like no shit I don't feel as creative as I did before I left, I've been eating nothing but garbage and now my body is starting to rot with it!

Hopefully I can get the hang of cooking fast, otherwise I am fuuuucked.

#dimond speaks #vent #food #nutrition #please read this if you can. i put it under a read more because i know shit like this can make people uncomfortable/squicked #but honestly i think bringing attention to this could save a life. #I just gotta find a different way of phrasing it and i'll make a different post that wont be a vent #but right now i am. not in a good place fgshdjak #also yes you can reblog this #and yes you can ask me to tag something

[swiftfootedachilles]

it's wild that you're not sure why people in the gallavich fandom are blocking or not interacting with you when you are out here calling incredibly talented artists "fatphobic" for seeing fictional characters in a different way than you do/where we left them in canon. fandom is a place for everyone to have opinions, and they're not always going to match yours. instead of continuing to call people out for things you don't like, you could try reblogging things that you do and saying nice things in the tags. people are out here creating for the love of it all, and it's really upsetting to see negative attitudes when we could just be enjoying our time online together.

wow you wrote all this and i really dont care! lame as hell that you had to hide behind anon though. i would love to know who you are so i can be sure to not interact with you in the future. i imagine we share many mutuals and are probably in the same discord channels. you might even follow me! very lame of you to send this anonymously because you dont want me and your friends and followers seeing you beefing over blatant fatphobia!

drawing chubby and fat characters as skinny is fatphobic. literally textbook fatphobia. i didnt even call any individual artist fatphobic; just was referring to the act of erasing a character's body type... which like 80% of all artists in all fandoms do... its not a cardinal sin to not know how to draw fat people or anything lol i was just making a pretty basic observation. i can like an artist and still give valid criticisms of their works. but you seem to have taken that post reeeaaally personally... maybe you need to go do some self-reflection or something!

i dunno what to tell yall. ive been in the shameless fandom for barely a year and had this blog for over a decade. i have always been a social justice blogger first and a fandom blogger second. so if you dont like me pointing out flaws and prejudices in fandom spaces then idk, stop interacting with me! :P

#damn i was gonna go work on my gallavich fics but actually fuck yall im gonna start dming my fics instead of posting them publicly bc #bc yall dont deserve to read my shit if all you do is come onto tumblr and fight with me on anon! #anonymous #asks #camryn please come and save me #usercam #the way i post shit on MY BLOG MY PERSONAL INTERNET SPACE and yall act like im out here headhunting fandom creators #also lets deconstruct why you think married people have to be skinny or have abs. do you think ian wouldnt be happily married if he was fat #answer quickly #the way 75% of my blog is reblogging gifs and edits and art and fics that i like. youre a fake fan smh

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Just finished reading pez dispenser debris.

Firstly: crying, screaming, throwing up, ball’s to the wall insane. I am taking this fic between my teeth and shaking it furiously like a dog with its favorite toy. I am running circles in my enclosure just to bleed off some of the emotions this experience has given me.

Secondly: this fic is heart wrenching. All of the things I would’ve wished had been addressed in canon content of BNHA. How does Horikoshi throw away one of the biggest points that enraptures the audience into caring about Izuku? How does the narrative seemingly forget the entire reason he was so fervent in chasing his dream as a hero? I think this is one of the biggest gripes I have about the series, and it’s the one that’s only ever been remedied by amazing fic writers like you.

How do you face the part of yourself you’ve seemingly buried and forgotten? How do you come to terms with the fact that horrible things happened to you by no fault of your own? What’s the fallout of realizing that the people who should’ve cared and protected you might’ve also been hurting you all along?

Where do you even begin in this entire mess?

A part of me, despite the fantastical elements of the medium itself, feels so incredibly seen by this. It’s incredibly difficult, making amends with the part of yourself that was so deeply hurt in the past. It’s a part of life, i think, to learn to walk beside that part of you, to lay it to rest and acknowledge that it will always be there. Izuku, of course, has done none of this, and in this lies the crutch of the matter that’s the center of this fic. I’m happy I stumbled across this fic, even though I haven’t consumed BNHA content in years.

That being said, do you allow any works inspired by your own? I need to put down some of the emotional toll this fic has done to me on paper. Apologies for the ramble, i am just really passionate about this fic. Hope to see more of your work in the future!

I’m so so happy you like it! I wanted pez dispenser debris to be this horrible reconciliation with the part of you that was still hurt and mad about it, and I’m so glad that resonated.

And absolutely, go for it! I’m thrilled it made enough of an impact to make you want to make something too. I do usually ask that you stick in a note or link or something giving credit to the original fic, and if you’re comfortable with it, send me a link to anything you publish and I’d love to boost it here!

#pez dispenser debris #I’m sooo happy you like it #and if you do make and post any fics inspired by it please show me them I’d love to see them and reblog a link #so other people that follow me can see them too #I do generally ask that you stick a little nod into the original fic #in part because I do tend to reuse concepts or backstories or details across my fics especially if I write anything else in the fandom #(I do this egregiously with my daredevil fanfics) #and it saves me trouble from people thinking I lifted my own plots from other fics inspired by one of my earlier works #I’ve been doing fanfic on and off for a decade and it’s happened once or twice where someone’s messaged about lifting my own stuff #and I was always like ‘what.’ #it saves me trouble in the long run #there’s less confusion #but I am always thrilled when people like my stuff enough to want to create themselves #please go nuts and have fun and hopefully one day I get to read it too